Stormcloaks Or Imperials Novels & Stories

With the Azure Dragon Clan being the head of the other clan, it would be the same for the Suzaku Clan; it would be on the cusp of welcoming a miserable fate. Regarding the five big clans in the Imperial Capital, it was an unstable period of time. Following the Suzaku Clan’s suffering from the evil scheme, the Azure Dragon Clan, the White Tiger Clan, and the Black Tortoise Clan all suffered from a ‘visit’ from a conscienceless little thief, all in succession. Except for the Qilin clan, who had escaped by sheer luck.

Not even if they were people I’d once met. Quickly, I shook my head. Getting sentimental now was absurd given they were only here tonight specifically looking to cut me down for being a ‘devil’. Merely my birth and existence were enough evidence for them to want my head. I shouldn’t grant them any leniency. And so I moved from rooftop to rooftop, focusing on the task at hand instead. Scouring every alley carefully for even the slightest sign of them. …A sign that I did eventually find. Cloaks caught my attention first, the attire standing out amongst typical modern fashion you’d find in Lockdale. These were the same cloaks I’d seen warriors of Ashwood wear in the past, it apparently being op

she cackles. "I am an imperial wolf," I scream at the former Luna. "No, you are a mistake! Imperial hybrids are to be bred with other imperial hybrids. You are filth, and that baby is too. The only thing going for that baby is the fact it came from a bloodline of vampire hybrids that can transform into a vampire at will. Don't you get it, Luna? Your baby is a threat and a weapon to the imperials. They will not rest until she is dead, or they will use her to destroy everything they fear, even you and your Alpha, " she cackles.

Those guys have different base colors on their cloak, there are black, red, blue, green, yellow, and white with the black circles on it (the common base color has the white circles on it. “We have sent our troops to every spot of this country.” The yellow cloak reported. “They’re on the move to build their very territories.” He added. “I just received a report that Taye, Who occupies Bandung has been killed tonight.” The blue cloak said. “Who the hell killed him?! An elite member like him can”t be killed so easily!” The red cloak added. “Well it”s true, but still, he”s not so strong. So what”s the deal?” The green cloak added underestimating Taye.

His bond purred and closed his eyes, so Dio scooped him up and carried him in his arms. No one knew about Blur’s race and he better keep it hidden for their own safety. Blur came from a race that others deem mythical so it would cause a big commotion if others were to find out. “I’m done!” Mika happily exclaimed as she lifted the enchanted cloak. “Did you finish your product for the midterm exam?” Kael went over and looked closely at the item. “Are we going to wear one of your enchanted gears again?” Amery said with excitement. “But I haven’t tried it out.” Mika put the cloak on Dio and then she pulled the soul stone on her pocket.

the captain replied. “Ugh, there’s dust in my new cloak.” One of the king’s six warriors brushed it off with his hand. “I just had this made this morning.” He had an English accent and dressed like a Nineteenth-Century hunter, which I guessed he came from the time when Britain was once the greatest empire. The only thing that wasn’t part of his historical attire was the orange-furred cloak he was wearing — wait, those furs. Could it be? Was he the one? “Forgive me, Commander Cutler.” His king gazed at the four piles of dust near their feet. “It seems that there were bold fools who took my challenge.” He took a glance at his cloak. “Well, it does suit you.”

She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she continued watching the convoy. The lead armored vehicle stopped. Its doors opened in perfect synchronization. More than a dozen men climbed out. Black tactical uniforms. Military discipline. No identifying insignias. No visible ranks. Each carried suppressed assault rifles. "They're the Circle's Retrieval Unit," Evelyn finally said. "They don't arrest people." "They erase them." A heavy silence settled over the room. Seraphina felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Erase. Not kill. Erase.

The rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the night, their primal pulse infusing the atmosphere with an undeniable vitality. She noticed the pack of the Silver Crescent, their regal silver and blue emblems emblazoned on their tents. They were known for their diplomatic prowess and expertise in negotiation, and their leaders were skilled in finding common ground amidst conflicting interests. On the other side, the Bloodmoon Clan, recognized by their crimson banners, exuded an air of intensity and unwavering loyalty to their pack. Their reputation for fierce battles and unyielding determination preceded them.

“Wolves. Yet not as we are. Alpha...hoards of them, in hundreds of huge armored warships. And they bear a sigil I have only seen in the pages of the oldest, deepest history tomes.” What banner? I asked, a cold tight knot forming in my stomach. Then Liam, whispering, added, 'A black crown over a silver wolf skull. The Lycan Imperium.’ Dante looked at his Beta in pure disbelief. The Lycan Imperium had always been the stuff of fairy tales, the ancestral empire of the very first lycan, which had supposedly even existed beyond the ocean hundreds of years ago. "No, just docked Alpha," Liam said stoically. But entered our planet, their leader. He walked onto our land and disarmed the fifty guards s

The medicine had stilled the shaking, replacing the agonizing itch with a cold numbness that made me feel like I was made of iron. The sound of engines vibrated through the soles of my boots as three black armored SUVs tore through the mist of the estate gates, skidding to a halt in a perfect, intimidating line. There was no pack crest on the doors, only a faint, embossed sigil on the lead hood of the weeping eye of the Fallen Empire. This was a mark of the True Bloods.